The Birds and the Bees

It is spring.  And we are soaking it in like little sponges. 

My front bush is purple and beautiful and it smells delightful.  

I want to dig it up and pack it in a box and move it with us to California.  

(I'm experiencing an acute case of moving jitters and separation anxiety.  In case that wasn't clear.)

 We have a nest above our front door.  The mommy bird that lives in this nest is an opera singer and she's not shy.  The girls named her (on their own), Looka Nesta Webb.  Because she "look-a's for worms" and she lives in a "nest-a".  

Naturally.

 Grandma Campbell sent the girls some butterfly nets (she knows them well...), and they have been put to good use.  

We were informed that a tree across the street from us was swarming with butterflies.  

It took us about 2.8 seconds  to be out the door.

Of course, we had to get our best outfits on to go butterfly catching...

...and boy were we glad we did.

You can't tell, but "swarming" doesn't even begin to describe it.  The butterflies were attacking this tree by the hundreds. 

It made for some pretty good times and some pretty thrilled little girls.

(And some pretty dead butterflies.)

In other news, the chicks are gone.  

Tragic.

Except not.  

 They were sweet when they weren't pooping on us.  

Unfortunately, that was about 2% of the time.

 Plus, they stunk and they made my house smell like a farm.  

Which is not OK.

 So, we loaded them up in a cardboard box, drove them Winterset and dropped them off on someone's doorstep.  

(We knew them, and they wanted them.  I didn't just drop them off on a random doorstep.  Although that would have been way more fun.)

Aubrey kissed them each tenderly on the head (barf), thanked them for all the good times, picked some grass for them to play with, told them that they would enjoy their time on the farm, and promised to never forget them.

Brooklyn yelled, "See ya, chicks" from the car.  

And away we drove.

And since we're on the topic of the "birds and the bees," I have one more story to share.

Aubrey is engaged.  

She informed me a few weeks ago that she is going to marry Zachary from preschool.  

She also revealed that her preschool teachers told her and Zachary that they cannot kiss at school anymore.

And that is the truth.